Lyrics : Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt III
Music : Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt III
[Chorus]
Huh, all talk for what? He got a gun, but he won't shoot nun'
I-I-I'm tryna run up my funds, they want a problem, but can't find none
I'm drivin' cars that cannot be spun, I got some hundreds that's on my thumb
So many times you hit my phone, how many times did that bitch rung?
[Post-Chorus]
I told this girl I miss her, she told me, "I can fix you"
So many niggas turned they back on me, and I can list you
Remember, I can diss you, not in my mind or picture
This chopper might just hit you, sing out just like my sister, yeah
[Verse 1]
You try to say I ain't change my ways, and you tryna tell me that I need space
Don't try to run back to me, too late, interior red like some damn Kool-Aid
I hit and run like it's GTA, I'm locked in, can't miss a beat today
I barely slept, can't even eat today, rolled up a blunt, finna geek today, yeah
[Interlude]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
[Verse 2]
Don't wan' see tomorrow
I wish there were memories, occasions I could borrow
That I can steal from friends and family so I don't feel sorrow
Yeah-yeah, I'm finna numb that shit, huh, hundreds, I thumb them quick
Had to put Rick on my bitch, told Skai, "Pull off in that whip" (Skrrt)
Slidin' down Sunset, bitch, and my window stay with the tint
My parents ain't raise no bitch, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
Huh, all talk for what? He got a gun, but he won't shoot nun'
I-I-I'm tryna run up my funds, they want a problem, but can't find none
I'm drivin' cars that cannot be spun, I got some hundreds that's on my thumb
So many times you hit my phone, how many times did that bitch rung?
[Post-Chorus]
I told this girl I miss her, she told me, "I can fix you"
So many niggas turned they back on me, and I can list you
Remember, I can diss you, not in my mind or picture
This chopper might just hit you, sing out just like my sister, yeah